Imagine this: You're outside at recess. There's green grass that's just begging to be played on. Today, it's kickball. The captains are picked, and the rest of the children line up, awaiting their fate. The first two names are picked - they're the fastest runners. The next two names are picked - they've got strong arms for throwing. The next child is picked, then the next, then the next... You're standing there waiting...waiting for that moment when your name is called.
It looks as though your fate will soon be decided. However, you realize, as you look around you, that every other kid has been picked, and you're standing there teamless and alone. You're not the fastest runner, and your throwing skills are sub par. You look longingly at both captains, praying one of them will excitedly say your name and happily welcome you to the team. Instead, you are met with confused faces and an argument about who has to take the last kid standing. You realize that the last kid standing they're talking about is you. Neither team wants you. You're not what they're looking for. You don't meet their standards. Finally, one of the captains reluctantly picks you, just so that the game can begin. But you know, if they had had the option... they would have sent you home.
I hate the game of kickball.
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2 comments:
That does suck! Unfortunately this can happen with any team sport.
Maybe next time, have the teams already picked (I guess this depends on the age).
Gina... Hey, thanks for the advice about having teams picked ahead of time and whatnot..
I suppose I should tell you though, that my post wasn't really about kickball. :) I mean, technically it was, but it was more an abstract example of times in life where we feel like the last kid that no one wants on their team.
I didn't feel like writing about the actual situation, so I described something that felt similar.
But I appreciate your advice none the less!
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